Yellow Smoke

Rain held us hostage over the weekend.
For real rain.
Not the California rain we're used to. If you're not familiar with California rain, it isn't rain at all, it's just a little mist. But, here, it's been the real stuff. We've been couped up for almost 72 harrowing hours and it wasn't any fun for Marcus or me.

Yesterday we finally saw temps above 55 and the sun peaked her glorious face in and out of the puffy clouds all day along.

Outside we went!

I took Marcus to Yellow Smoke Park. Yellow Smoke isn't any old park. It's 321 acres of beautiful land. A small lake sits at the center of the park, a nature center is perched atop one of the many hills over-looking the park, cabins are sprinkled throughout the park and can be rented, and campgrounds are utilized all summer long. It's a hidden little gem that I wanted Marcus to experience.

It was clear Marcus relished finally being outdoors.

The little monkey was captivated by the lake.
The lake was so clam and tranquil, it was like looking into a mirror. The sky's reflection in the lake was gorgeous.

To keep Marcus from heading right into the cold waters we distracted him with a park that was snuggly nestled between the wild grasses and towering trees. Per the norm, the swings were the highlight, followed closely by throwing shredded tire bits onto the slide.

For awhile I left Marcus with Grandma so I could wander the park, soak up the splendor of nature, and snap photos.

Baby gosling and her guardians keeping a close watch.

They sky seems so much bigger here.

One of the many bridges that I could have photographed all day long.

My little man couldn't get enough of the lake and the wide open spaces. I think the Cali boy belongs in the Midwest.

Bye-bye park.
We'll be back.